1766-1841; 526 The Land o* the Leal
M wearin' awa', John,
Like snaw-wreaths in thaw, John, I'm wearin' awa'
To the land o' the leal.
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��There J s nae sorrow there, John, There J s neither cauld nor care, John, The day is aye fair In the land o' the leal.
Our bonnie bairn 's there, John, She was b.iith gude and fair, John; And O' we grudged her sair To the land o' the leal.
But sorrow's scP wears past, John, And joy 's a-commg fa^t, John, The joy that '& aye to last In the land o' the leal.
Sac dear 's the joy was bought, John, Sae free the battle fought, John, That smfu' man e'er brought To the land o' the leal.
O, dry your glistening c'e, John' My saul langs to be free, John, And angels beckon me To the land o' the leal.
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